The Billionaires Web

Sienna had expected luxury, but this?

This was something else entirely.

The penthouse wasn’t just expensive—it was ridiculous.

Everything was sleek, modern, and massive. The open floor plan stretched endlessly, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline, while the marble floors gleamed under soft lighting.

Her entire apartment could fit into Damien’s living room.

Hell, her entire building could probably fit in here.

She tried not to look impressed as she stood just inside the doorway, gripping the strap of her bag.

“Welcome home,” Damien said, strolling inside like this was completely normal.

Sienna arched a brow. “You say that like I have a choice.”

“You did have a choice,” he reminded her, shrugging off his watch and setting it on the entry table. “And you signed a contract, remember?”

She muttered something under her breath.

Damien chuckled as he walked toward the bar in the corner of the room, pouring himself a drink. “Relax, sweetheart. I don’t bite.”

Sienna huffed. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

His smirk widened as he took a sip. “You wound me.”

She rolled her eyes and shifted her bag over her shoulder. “Where’s my room?”

Damien lifted a brow. “You mean our room.”

Sienna froze.

“I—what?”

He leaned casually against the bar, watching her with obvious amusement. “We’re married, remember? People will visit. And if they suspect we’re not sharing a bedroom, this deal falls apart.”

Her stomach twisted.

She had agreed to this.

She had agreed to put on a show.

Still, the idea of sharing a space with Damien Lancaster—this dangerous, irritating, insanely attractive man—made her pulse race.

“You’re enjoying this,” she accused.

His lips curled. “A little.”

Sienna let out a slow breath. One year. That’s all she had to get through.

“Fine,” she muttered. “But I’m taking the left side of the bed.”

Damien chuckled. “Deal.”

—

Sienna spent the next hour exploring the penthouse, trying to get used to the idea of living in a billionaire’s world.

The bedroom was absurdly large, complete with a king-sized bed, a fireplace, and an entire seating area that looked like something out of a luxury magazine.

And the closet?

It was bigger than her entire apartment.

She ran her fingers along the racks of expensive suits and designer clothing, shaking her head.

“This is insane,” she muttered.

“Glad you think so.”

She jumped, spinning around to find Damien leaning against the doorway, watching her with amusement.

She scowled. “Do you always sneak up on people?”

He smirked. “Do you always talk to yourself?”

Sienna huffed and crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

“You should wear something nice tomorrow,” he said.

She frowned. “Why?”

Damien smirked. “Because you’re meeting my family.”

Her stomach dropped.

Oh, hell no.

—

Sienna barely slept that night.

She tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling for hours.

Meeting Damien’s family? Already?

That hadn’t been in the contract.

But she supposed it made sense. If this marriage was going to be believable, she’d have to face the people who had known Damien his entire life.

People who would see right through her.

By the time morning came, she was a nervous wreck.

—

She spent way too long staring at the outfits in the closet, unsure what to wear.

Was she supposed to go for elegant and refined? Or would that look like she was trying too hard?

Would something simple make her seem out of place?

Why the hell did she care?!

Sienna groaned and grabbed the first dress that looked expensive but not too fancy—a fitted emerald green dress that hugged her figure without screaming, I belong here.

She was still adjusting the straps when she heard Damien’s voice.

“You clean up nicely, mint chocolate chip.”

She spun around to find him leaning in the doorway, dressed in a tailored black suit that fit him almost too perfectly.

She scowled. “Do you have to call me that?”

His smirk widened. “Do you have to react every time I do?”

Sienna clenched her jaw, determined not to let him get under her skin.

Not when they were about to walk into a lion’s den.

“Let’s get this over with,” she muttered.

Damien extended his arm. “Try to look happy, sweetheart. We’re newlyweds, remember?”

Sienna plastered on a fake smile as she looped her arm through his.

“Let’s see if your family buys it.”

—

The Lancaster estate was a palace.

Sienna had seen mansions before, but this? This was on a completely different level.

The massive gates opened automatically as Damien’s car approached, revealing sprawling gardens, grand fountains, and a house so large it could have been a hotel.

Her stomach churned.

Damien must have felt her tense because he glanced at her.

“Nervous?”

She lifted her chin. “No.”

He smirked. “Liar.”

Sienna ignored him as the car came to a stop.

She could do this.

She had faced rude customers, impossible bosses, and the struggles of life on her own.

She could handle a rich family with too much money and too many opinions.

Right?

—

The moment they stepped inside, all eyes were on her.

Damien’s mother, Victoria Lancaster, sat at the head of the grand dining table, her posture impeccably straight, her sharp gaze assessing every inch of Sienna as if she were a business acquisition that wasn’t up to standard.

His father, Alexander Lancaster, was even worse. His expression was cold, calculating—like he was already deciding how to get rid of her.

The only person who didn’t seem openly hostile was Damien’s younger sister, Celeste.

She looked more curious than anything, her gaze flicking between Damien and Sienna with barely hidden amusement.

“So,” Victoria finally spoke, her voice smooth but edged with ice. “You’re the woman my son married.”

Sienna forced her best polite smile.

“Yes,” she said. “I am.”

Victoria’s lips curled.

“Well, then. Let’s get one thing straight.”

The room seemed to darken.

“This family does not accept outsiders.”

Sienna’s smile didn’t waver.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not asking for acceptance.”

A slow silence stretched through the room.

Then, Damien’s lips twitched.

Victoria’s eyes narrowed.

And Sienna?

She had just declared war.